BRITTANY'S POV
I had to leave. I couldn't stay here. God, I can't. I hated him and I hated myself for being so attracted to him.
Yes, I was attracted to him. How could I possibly hide or deny it when my body so desperately responded to his touch?
If I stayed any longer, I was scared it would become even more.
“Let me go.” I said slowly, trying to sound angry considering his threat just now and he was always warning me to mind my tone with him.
“I don't like your tone.” He replied. What the heck? Was he serious? He must be messing with me…that had to be it.
I stared blankly at him but he was still looking down at me waiting for me to talk. Did he want me to beg him? Should I be surprised?
No…this was the same man who made me beg him to f**k me. Making me beg him to let me go was not
